State of Emergency

like a shadow in the night

swallows up that city light

like fire in the rain gets put out again

like a weapon kept concealed

explosive elements reveal

a criminal inside of you no ground to stand nothing to lose

the distribution of wealth

such a fucking scam

that's why its so hard to survive in this so called promise land

you gotta do what you got to do to get by

facilitate that permanent high

smoke filled lungs inside of you

its hard to dream of glory when you got something to prove

sometimes were all victims of depression and unrest

some people got no heart that's just the way its always been

some never find what their looking for

few get what they want and fewer get more

sometimes you got to cross that line

when you aint got enough to get by

like an angel lost in hell

i walk a path i know so well

i feel lost in a familiar way another memory i cant explain

cos its the bottle that seems to flow

through another day of the drunk unknown

im looking for a fight at 11.15 on a saturday night

wake up on sunday morning

to the sound of breaking glass & sirens calling

bricks & bottles in the street

alert the police, it's a state of emergency

and the traffic lights all go blinking red

and a voice on the radio says 'get out while you can'

and in the gridlock panic sets in

and there ain't no engine built fast enough

to outride the Armageddon

and if you don't give it up i'm gonna take it

and how long did you think you could keep me tricked?

i'll be cold walking thru the backbay flinging bricks